It’s not the years, it’s the mileage.

This type of article is the exact reason journalism is dying. Thanks for your contribution to the plethora of meaningless articles, click-bait, and fake journalism. Go start a blog if you want to try to pass off an opinion piece as news. I’m sure you’ll be a Tumblr hero.

So much this. “I, savoring my brown ales and smoked pork butt while stroking my Schillerstövare, am so superior to the benighted pleb who eats regular food and enjoys driving a Corvette after a lifetime of hard work.”

Free is just about the highest I’ll pay for Starbucks’ drinks. Sometimes I’ll cave and get something under the Was-Gifted-A-$1o-Gift-Card plan, whatever has enough caramel to disguise the taste of the coffee.

As a 150lb dude, nobody would blink twice if this guy knocked me the hell out after I hit him first. Despite his response still being “disproportionate” and despite him being “much bigger and stronger”.

Loud and proud, us over in Western Mass may not agree with everything Eastern Mass does and is about, but we shall defend it to our last breath

I’ve crossed the US on Amtrak many times and would do it again in a heartbeat. It’s pleasant in every way I can think of.

When you drive past their house yell, "Whheeeee, this is so fun!" and have anyone in the vehicle with you stick their arms up like on a roller coaster. Every. Single. Time.

Between my wife and I, we have 30 cars ranging from a '57 T-Bird to an '06 Cobalt. The 60's, 70's, 80's and 90's are well represented in between. I can say every generation of cars sucks in some way.